I have a paper to write. I don't want to do it!
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Pixie and I ran up the stairs looking for Dumble-Bee. We were so scared.
"Dumbledore, Dumbledore!" we shouted as he walked into the room.
"Ugh what do you little brats want?" he snorted at us.
"Voldemort has Draco!" we told him.
He laughed in a very cruel way.
"We need to save him omg!" we begged.
"Nope. I don't care what happens to Draco. Not after how much he misbehaved with you, Ivory!" he said as he frowned. "Besides, I never liked him much anyway!" he said just like any good headmaster. Pixie Boy began to cry.
"Oh, Draco, my bb Draco!" he moaned. (So hawtt)
"It's ok!" I tried comforting him. He cried even harder, the tears flowing down his face like a river. Then he had a brainblast!
"I had an idea!" he exclaimed.
"What was it?" I asked, the author cackled because she's always wanted someone to reply with that.
"You will see!" he said and then he took out his wand and did a spell. Then...we were in Voldemort's lair!
We ran with our wands out just as we heard a crooning, "Anna Karenina!"
It was ...Voldemort, with a whip in hand and a copy of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy in the other. He was dressed as a Leather Daddy.